Snowflakes Turned To Tears

Christmas clashed with her gray morning
and boney trees lining the formal streets,
like emaciated soldiers, each bent over,
frozen tears clung to their lifeless bodies;
made her wish the rain turned to snowflakes,
and cover sorrow with a fresh coat of white.

Street lights wrapped tight in red and white,
their steel necks choked, yellow eyes bulged,
each casts streams upon the cloudy puddles,
one spotlighting a Santa who stands alone
his bell tolls a city's want and neglect

Love clashed with her words this morning,
no silent night, neither holy pondering;
nor wrapping shiny paper around dreams,
another year she’ll not hear sweet sounds
that fit so perfectly in Christmas ears.

A carousel paints a rainbow, stalling her,
splashing her shoes, turning them around ,
to where the aroma of exhaust chokes her,
rising like a plume from a phantom chimney.

Brown clashes with this Christmas morning
a pregnant teen,no room in her cardboard box,
noticing the snowflakes turning back to tears
she tries to cover sorrow with a faux fur coat.